#aeronpara

Anwyl glares at as someone bumped his shoulder as he stood still off to the side while he replied to a text. Though upon hearing the belligerence thought how much fun it would be to let the fiery dragon side of his being win, for once. His pupils turning to sharp slits if diamond shape, iris glowing golden.

Grabbing the rude males shirt he noticed their weakened, mortal attempts to fight him back. It was pointless, almost made him feel bad for the other, how close he was to just snapping their neck and disregarding them like trash, as they appeared to be so anyway. But if he had learned anything from his own mother, anger gone too far was never the way.

Lifting Aeron of the ground, then, he lift his free hand up, gripping the others jaw and neck in his hand, claws extending on the ends of his fingers "I think you better rethink your comment. Or you're going to find out how much room a dead body doesn't need." Smoke faintly billowed from he side of his mouth, fire building in his chest "If there's anything left."

There he had been, staring up at the image of his affliction. The one he loved, but knew could not love him back. But, this was all wrong. Her skin tight clothing, her chopped hair, it wasn't Elora. But his mind couldn't help but get pulled in as she turns, speaking to him, professing that she 'wanted' him. Graydon stares, his eyes meeting hers for a moment then moving toward the figures moving far off behind her, monsters, demons. From then on his mind had gotten a little fuzzy on what followed. Suddenly he was laying on an altar staring up into Elora's eyes, the world had not changed, but things had certainly changed "My scars-"

This Elora smiled down at him, twisting in a wormish way over him, bringing a hand to his face, brushing her fingers over his face as she shushes him, leaning close to him, her mouth opening. The same hand that was attempting to comfort him grabbing his jaw, forcing his mouth open as a strain of red slithered from her mouth and connected into his.

The world was dark for some time, memories coming and going quickly before he was finally crouched onto the ground, staring at the creature coming toward him. Another demon, despite being zapped of energy, his body broken, Graydon moved to stand, blood streaming from a wound on his side, his left leg throbbing in pain, Graydon told himself that he could fight off this thing. But was soon grabbed by another guy, who seemed to have known him, at least a little bit, being dragged into their hold and pulled away he could faintly remember the words he had uttered moments before, yes! He did know this guy.

He felt like he might hold Aeron back if he tried to save him. The creature would catch up to them. Stumbling along though, he limped along with Aeron, glancing back "I think- I think I can- I can stop it." He wasn't sure about that "You have to go without me though." He was still very knew to magic, at least he thought. He didn't know about what he had done in the gaps of his memories while in that hellish realm that felt more like a nightmare, at best. Graydon turns his head to look toward the portal, confused by it, not really sure why it was, or where it was going to take them "Are you sure it's good?!" Graydon asked, freaking out a bit. He hadn't had any good memories with the one other 'portal' he had dealt with in recent memory.

Even so, he stumbled along with the others help, hearing the creature crashing into the sides of the mountainous rock walls at their sides "I think it's getting closer!" Graydon announced as he looked back, reaching out a hand instinctively he shouted out a spell that had resurfaced from his memory, red magic blended with his usual purple magic firing from his palm, hitting the creature in the face and tearing it's flesh, his fingertips turning black as they burnt "Ah-" Pulling his hand back he cupped it to his chest, knowing then that something was absolutely wrong, then. He jumped through the portal with the other, crashing onto the ground and squirming a little as he crawls away, staring at his hand, still feeling as if it were on fire, his body shaking,..why was it red. Why was it red! The fledgling sorcerer asked himself, not even bothering to notice that he hadn't used his flute as a conduit for conjuring it.

Taking in a few deep breaths, then letting them out slowly, as he had been advised to do when the stress got to be too much. It often did, he turns at the other and laughs faintly "Yes…Yes. Alright. Uhm." Viserys paused, his mind going elsewhere for a moment "That is…true…" The Targaryen commented slowly. Of course, he couldn't really remember all that much of his life before, but these visions that came to him, they had offered a great discomfort and disruption, paranoia creeping in with each one.

"You carry it too the table, and you help prepare…" Viserys went on, trying to get his mind to focus on the current moment "I bet even someone like you could do it without complications. Now then." He walked passed the other "I should show you around, where did you come from?"

Thinking…he could remember this, he knew it "The Vale! You're from the Vale, correct? Terrible? Good? I haven't been." He hadn't been that he could remember "Well, let's go this way." It still was eating at him, that something wasn't quite right with this, what he was doing. He felt like he should have been doing something more important "Why did you want to work here? As a server to the royal family, of all the things? Don't you have any other uses?"

He had just warned the other, but as they were asking they were tripping in the next moment. Catching themselves on him. Adom grabbed at Aeron's upper arms to help the other balance. With a laugh he looked toward the other before quickly looking back up, thinking that the other would already be embarrassed enough in the situation. Letting out an amused huff, one he tried to stifle, Adom soon enough cleared his throat in the next second. Though he noticed them clinging, glancing down toward Aeron he could see they were enjoying the closeness to him.

Taking a step back then, he nodded "Oh! I'm g r e a t! What about you? No broken foot or anything, riiight?" Adom asked with a cute little grin before releasing the other, as they weren't into such affectionate things, right? He moved his hands to his hips, leaning to one side for a moment as he looked toward the floor "Maybe there's buried treasure under that floor." Adom teasingly suggested, having gotten away with his caring moment with Aeron he turned and began walking toward the destination they had originally been heading to.

There was a difference in wording when one broke it down, 'Should' sounded like a demand 'Could' was a suggestion and 'Can' was not just permission. It certainly wasn't giving Aeron the permission to be hugged. But Adom giving Aeron the permission to hug him back. If there was a moment after being nearly killed that one needed a hug, Adom had needed it then. But Aeron was stiff as a board. This on top of Aeron's comment had left him with a sigh. Slowly he pulled away and nodded "I know..."

Adom assessed the others words for a moment "That's why I was only informing you, if you wanted to, you can hug me back..." Adom gave a shrug then. His soulmate could be so trying at times. Adom back away then turned to one side and started to walk away from the other toward something else in the room to distract him "And what have you been doing while I've been in the hospital. Not hugging anyone,...clearly."

Having been looking for a replacement for his recently trashed guitar. The teenager ran the ends of his calloused fingers along some of the guitars on display "Hmm."  He seemed to be considering what he wanted to pick up at that moment. Asher had been alone. He usually was alone. His other six brothers had their own things they were doing. But Asher was here, pouring his attention into the instruments all around. Though he could hear a group enter, some of the group was a little rowdy.  Though others split off to get a look around the place on their own.

Asher spotted one male standing near a piano. Seeing as they were gliding their fingers along the key's in front of them. He noticed that it might have been the instrument of this person's choice. Watching closely he noted it. But it was the notes they had suddenly started to play on the keys that got him really interested. He could have sworn that that sound a lot like Jurassic Park. His head tilt a bit, he looked a bit perplexed for a moment. He didn't know Aeron could play the piano. When Aeron looked around and spotted him he ducked slightly, attempting to hide behind an instrument.

But he gave up pretty easily at that when he noticed their nose wrinkling at him and their eyes narrowed. A small frown formed on his lips. They hated him, they had always hated him. Asher watched a moment longer as they turned and started off into another direction "I don't know why they are always so hateful toward me. I've never spoken to him." Asher muttered then before turning away and going back to looking for his instrument "He's always been like that though. An asshole..." Taking a guitar off the wall he moved to sit on the floor and strummed a view strings, muttering a song under his breath.

Adom grinned and knocked his head to one side " You don't seem the type to be able to get around that. Though if you get shot in the head, who is?" Blinking at that he shift a little bit as he moved to guide Aeron. He had to make it look like he was taking Aeron hostage. Anyone watching would think not to come after Aeron if they viewed him as another victim. Glancing up toward the sidewalk camera that had been pointed toward the event he dragged Aeron toward the car.  As Aeron spoke again about wanting to live he nods " Good! Because I want to live. For some reason." With a careless shrug he pushed the other toward the car again. Looking around for anyone coming to finish the job on him. Adom then looked again toward Aeron "I want you to get in this car."

Once inside he got in. Starting the car and speeding off down the road "I'm only kidnapping you because if I leave you there after that shit you pulled the people coming after me are going to kill you. There's no maybe to that. They don't accept 'I was just trying to help' as an answer. You have better luck coming with me until I can drop you off somewhere less hot." Looking up at the mirror he looked toward the back seeing a car tailing him " Shit." Turning he continued to speed, pushing even further on the gas peddle. Taking a sharp turn down another road " You might want to get down. We're being tailed." He swerved then, just missing hitting another car " Shit. Get off the road I am speeding here!" Adom shouted and looked back toward the pedestrian "Idiots."

Adom frowned a bit disappointingly at Aeron's not noticing his partial rhyme.  His soulmate was oblivious, noted. Adom laughed a bit amused.  At the others defensiveness he gave a quick nod "Of course they grew back. I imagine they were pretty bad even before that incident. Children aren't known for not being picky about their food anyway, or drink. He made a face, sucking on his teeth a bit "I'd feel worse for you if you didn't have any taste buds at all." He wasn't going to sit there and preach about how he liked wine either. Or why anyone should like wine. Aeron wasn't going to listen to him, Adom knew that. The other was like an old man stuck in his ways and thoughts.

As Aeron further defended his stance Adom turned his head away " Sure. You don't like being babied. But that doesn't mean you aren't babied." Adom confirmed before taking another sip of his drink and again looking to Aeron "Which clearly you were. To some extent. If you don't like something because it 'taste's like church'. Though instead of being babied. Perhaps you are just that immature. I don't know." Adom commented lightly before giving a shrug " That's like me saying frog leg's taste like chicken, just to get others to eat it. But it's not the chicken taste I'm worried about." Adom grinned and perked up a bit "It's the frog." Turned his eyes away he frowned then "Temple is pretty fun, actually."

Worshiping his former array of gods was enjoyable. Parties were always 'lit' at temple. Again, however, Aeron was not a child. So he wasn't going to assign himself as Aeron's mother. However, as a friend, a soulmate, even. Adom was going to show the other a whole new world. Just like that song from Aladdin.  Amused he bites on his lips before taking a step toward Aeron " Artificial flavors are nothing compared to the real thing. That's for sure."